The snake was pale gold
Glazed & shrunken
We were afraid to touch it
The sheets were hot dead prisons

And she was beside me
Oooh she not young
He dark red hair
Her white soft skin

Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom,
Look!
I can't live thru each slow century of her moving
I let my cheek slide down
The cool smooth tile
Feel the good cold stinging blood
The smooth hissing snakes of rain...